“And what saidst thou?”
“Marry, the best thing I could say ... nothing. But when she hath worn herself silent, and when she is, if I may thus say it, so to speak, melting in tears, I take me her hand, direct her to the street, and there do I most gingerly leave her.”
“Then, she being gone, I may be there. Now, my Leporello, wine, wine; bring us plenty of wine, for ’tis the persuader which smoothens my road wonderfully.”
And, taking the factotum by the arm, he pushed him along before him.
CHAPTER III.
“But Masetto, dear Masetto.”
“Get thee gone. What! thou wouldst caress me, thou false Zerlina!”
“But I love thee.”
“Then hast thou a marvellous queer way of showing it. Thou dost bemean me. Thou dost make fingers to point at me, and then, forsooth, thou dost say ‘I love thee.’ Pish! for pure modesty’s sake I cry ‘shame.’”